Tom rolled over, nuzzling into his blanket, curling up into a ball. The bed sheets were soo comfy.
He felt heavy.. nausea sweeping over him.. his head spun a little, he felt hungover... he sighed to himself, sitting up. He knew the feeling all too well.. he just wanted to sleep forever.. but... he had to take care of Matt.. Edd would be coming soon to take him for the day.
He looked down at the sheets.. not his... He slowly pushed them down.. the clothes weren't his either... the more he looked around, the more he realized this was wrong.. very, very wrong.
He scrambled up, breaking a tall lamp to use as a melee against any fuckwit who thought they could take him on.
He looked around the room, empty...
He sighed, slowly walking to the only door in the room..
Tom wasn't as coordinated as he hoped, so he ended up fumbling with the lamp post, barely getting the door open before knocking himself in the head with the bulky stick.
This was off to a good start.
He sighed to himself before pushing through, standing on defensive as he scanned the unfamiliar environment.
He had entered another bedroom, looking back.. He realized the room he was in was a closet that had been modified into a living space. No windows. One lockable door. A bed.
He grimaced, the comfy sheets not putting him in such a great mood anymore.
Someone wanted him in there.. kept like an object.
He raised the lamp post, walking throughout the main bedroom.. apartment.. house thing.
What? He had no idea where he was.
He slowly lowered the stick, letting his gaze drift. It was nice but... eerily familiar..
After a few moments, he laid the stick against the wall for easy access before walking over to the bed, letting his fingertips drift across the soft fabric, stopping in front of the bed side table.
The room was nice, but it was void of anything personal. No photos.. nothing to tell him whose room this was but the inkling feeling that he'd been somewhere like this before.. the way it was set up... He remembered because he had to move it at one point....
He bit his lip, opening the dresser.
Oh shit.
"Thomas... good to see your awake.."
He gasped, jumping back as he grabbed his stick. "Back the fuck up!" He yelled, talking a cautious step away from him.
Tord smiled, leisurely leaning against the door frame. "Now.. That isn't away to talk to your leader." He mused, his arms crossed ovet his chest.
"You are not my leader." Tom hissed, holding the stick higher, ready to beat the shit out of him at any given moment.
"Come on Thomas, why don't we put the lamp post down.." Tord said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "No need to cause any damage, yeah?"
Tom didn't falter.
"Where are we? Where are the others?" He asked, stepping closer to him, becoming more hostile.
Tord simply smiled, putting up his hands. "Alright, alright... we're at my main base, just off the coast of Norway."
Tom staggered back as he felt his blood pressure drop. He needed to sit down.....
Norway..? How did he end up in across the north sea..? Sure.. it's not that far from the United Kingdom.. but this was still.. a lot. He stepped back again, his legs hitting the edge of Tords bed- that's who he assumed it belonged to.. this room was an exact recreation of the one on the old house, Tom could remember it clearly now.. it was the same.. but it didn't belong to the same person. It lacked the heart the previous owner had.
Tord walked forward, putting his hand on the lamp post, easing it down. He smiled softly, lifting his chin. "You look pale dear.. You haven't eaten in a while, are you hungry..?" He whispered, caressing his cheek, smiling softly. Tom slapped his hand away, dropping his weapon.
"D-don't... don't touch me." He whispered, glaring at the floor, not able to look at him. He couldn't take this.. it all came back to him.. hard. All the death and destruction.. the screaming.. it was driving him crazy. He reached up, shakily covering his ears.
"They're dead you know. All of them. You're the only one left." Tord smiled, slowly pushing Tom back on the bed, crawling on top of him. "Matt... Edd.. the little girl. Everyone. They all died Tom. Theyre gone." He whispered, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
Tom slowly shook his head, turning his gaze away. "No.. you're lying." He whispered. He had to be lying, trying to play him.. but the doubt lingered.
"Think what you want Thomas, but you know im telling the truth. Why would i leave them alive when they could come and take you away from me..?" He chuckled, tracing his gloved fingertips down Toms cheek. "You only have me."
He stayed silent.. limp.. his mind running over different ideas and possibilities.. it isn't somthing Tord wouldn't do...
No... this was right up his ally....
"Hush.. it's all alright now." Tord whispered, leaning his head down into his neck, cuddling him.
It wasn't alright. This wasn't alright. He couldn't let this happen again.
"I said.. don't fucking touch me." He growled, kicking Tord off, quickly standing up, running to the door.
Tord had played that same manipulation trick before.. the soft touches, the sweet words.. the stupid fucking idea that he needed the sick commie fuck.
He'd almost fell for it last time, he wasn't dumb enough to fall for it again.. He was stronger than that.
Tord had killed everything Tom loved.. there was no way Tom would lie down and give in.. sacrifice his soul so Tord could have his body..
He ran as fast as he could, the halls all blending together, becoming a maze of concrete.
He panted, gaze darting around. No.. no, no, no... He couldn't be lost, not here.. not now... He gripped at his head, chest heaving as his vision swirled.
He could hear him laughing in his head.. mocking him..
Tord was going to catch up.. He would find him...
He screamed as someone yanked his arm, covering his mouth.. he was pulled into a room, the person pushing his back to the wall..
Tom tried to scream again, struggling as best he could.
"Shut up.. he'll hear you.." They hissed.
Toms eyes widened.. He remembered this person.. he'd been the soldier that he kicked in the gonads...
The person looked down at him. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth... don't scream." He whispered, slowly taking his hand away.
Tom looked down.. staying quiet. Trying to think of a way to escape.. he refused to go back to Tord..
"I want to help you escape."
YOU ARE READING
Last To Fall.
Romance(TomTord) Finally, all he could have ever hoped for was in his hands, everything was perfect. Yet, is anyone ever truly happy as the King of a land bound by isolation? COVER CREDIT- TrashyChelsy --on twitter.
